Sorcerer… Cyborg???

Kothar continued tilting the ship, until it was about forty five degrees from horizontal, and the ship continued on its forward trajectory, heading for the depths below. 

Down below, at the very bottom of the ship, within a launch bay that had been a battlefield for the past few hours, the slain Aemos within forming literal hills of corpses, five citizens of Eclat were still fighting.

"She's going down! Slate, with me! Vaya, grab Shale!" A bloodsoaked Tam yelled out, his voice hoarse, after the first hour of combat, the enemies had grown stronger and stronger, and it came to a point where Tam had called the others to regroup with him, the constant stream of Aemos wearing event he Advanced Rank fighters down. 

Tam flew into the air, the talons of his Hawk Aura clutching Slate within, and Vaya did the same, clutching the other twin, the pair of them still slinging out Earth Element spells even as they retreated.

Spears of stone flew through the air, while stone that littered the launch bay from their prior spells shifted and spun, keeping the Aemos off balance so that they couldn't dodge or defend.

Teves had summoned up a literal sandstorm, still fighting alone, his need to prove himself shining through, but even so, Vaya had instructed Tam not to call him back, for he knew the young chief fought, his inexperience would fade, and he would be able to hold his own.

One corner of the launch bay now had the appearance of a desert, piles of sand across the floor, and Teves spun and danced there, spinning rings of sand slicing through his opponents.

"Teves! Come now, lad!" Vaya roared out, knowing it would take at least that to get through to Teves' battle-fixed state. However, Teves continued to fight, surrounded by heavily armored Aemos, their armor with the black tint that all those that had been fighting them now recognized as the armor of higher ranking soldiers.

Currently, he wielded an enormous spinning disc of sand, grains of sand flying of in every direction as it sawed through Aemos after Aemos, the sand becoming dyed red as it soaked up the torrents of blood that flew out in every direction. 

"Teves! Tunrar Nahg!" Vaya yelled out again, in the tongue of the Tribes, and Teves finally turned around, his almond shaped eyes bloodshot, and his face spattered with blood, just like the others.

Even Slate and Shale had droplets of blood staining their battlemage robes, though they favored taking out enemies at a distance, they had dealt with a few close calls.

Teves now leapt into the air, flying toward the others, who were now hovering around the exit of the launch bay.

Seeing that Teves was now following them, Vaya and Tam flew out into the open sky, their auras now faded, no longer shining bright as they had when they had first landed inside the enormous ship.

As Tam and the others were flying away, similar scenes were repeating themselves all around the ship. For they hadn't been the only ones who had attacked the ship. 

Other Advanced Rank fighters from across Eclat had made their way to the enormous craft, following ships that had abducted their people, and fighting the Aemos once they arrived.

Some of these individuals now carried entire Aemos ships between themselves, the only way they could carry out the countless kidnapped citizens, taking them with them as they fled the ship.

Anteris was among them, struggling to carry a ship filled with kidnapped people alone, his son within the craft, lacking the ability to fly, wishing that he had Advanced long ago, so that he could help his father.

Graffius could see how Anteris' aura had faded, and he could even hear the labored breathing as he carried the ship in the open air.

But even as they flew away, the ship descending toward the ocean behind them, the survivors inside found their way to the controls of the craft, and Anteris felt the weight on his back lighten, as the straightforward controls were soon grasped and the ship flew away on its own. 

But the people of Eclat weren't alone in leaving the ship, the ever battle ready Aemos gave chase, in their ships, launching their pain causing weapons at all those fleeing.

A smile came over Kothar's face as he saw the countless dots flying into the air on the cube screens around him, he knew that they could only be Advanced Rank fighters, taking flight.

Even as he saw Aemos ships take flight and chase after them, the smile remained, for he knew that they would be no match for the spells of the people of Eclat.

Kothar felt confident that his father was amongst those who had left the enormous craft.

As the nose of the ship was about to touch the waters below, Kothar pressed down on the button to close all the hatches on the ship, and all around, they closed in unison.

Slowly closing shut, the surface of the ship once again becoming a flat and featureless gray, the Aemos within now trapped with the ship as it went down.

Kothar spun the thrust sphere backward, slowing the ship down ass much as he could; it breached the water, already an enormous wave spreading out from the point the ship had touched down.

The ship continued to plunge into the water, and as it did so, it displaced more and more water. It was a truly impressive sight, as a wall of water formed all around, slowly becoming larger and larger.

Kothar spun the steering sphere back, bringing the ship out of its nose dive, trying to land it like he had landed countless spacecraft in emergencies, bringing it to a horizontal as the water now cushioned it.

But the craft was enormous beyond belief, and the wall of water continued to grow, and the ship plunged further and further down into the depths of the ocean.